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This morning, Fernando was coming into work at the same time as me, and he had a plastic bag. Being nosy me, I asked him what was in the bag. He pulled out a huge bunch of tiny bananas, which he called "platanos dominicanos" and a pomegranite, which he called "grenada". He gave me a little banana and the pomegranite and insisted that I try them. So all morning I've been trying to figure out the best way to eat this pomegranite, and I didn't actually figure it out til Fernando came back into the office this afternoon from a jobsite and showed me what to do.
"My fingers aren't really dirty," he said as he ripped apart the fruit that I'd so carefully sawed in half. "They just look like it." He was laughing and so was I because we both knew he'd just been crawling around underneath a muddy house. He tossed the juicy red kernels into his mouth as he cautioned, "Don't eat the seeds... they'll cause problems when you go to the bathroom."
So now I'm sitting at my desk typing at a sticky keyboard and wondering why it is ingrained in the minds of so many of my peers that office work is automatically soul-crushing, dull work. I certainly won't be here forever, but nonetheless, if working for this waterproofing company means sitting at a computer for eight hours a day I'll take it for the time being, because it brings with it the particular perks of working among people I might have never known, much less understood.
And next time you come down to visit me, I'll be sure to take you to the flea market, because a pomegranite at Food Lion is $1.50, but a pomegranite at the Buck Horn market is only fifty cent.
"My fingers aren't really dirty," he said as he ripped apart the fruit that I'd so carefully sawed in half. "They just look like it." He was laughing and so was I because we both knew he'd just been crawling around underneath a muddy house. He tossed the juicy red kernels into his mouth as he cautioned, "Don't eat the seeds... they'll cause problems when you go to the bathroom."
So now I'm sitting at my desk typing at a sticky keyboard and wondering why it is ingrained in the minds of so many of my peers that office work is automatically soul-crushing, dull work. I certainly won't be here forever, but nonetheless, if working for this waterproofing company means sitting at a computer for eight hours a day I'll take it for the time being, because it brings with it the particular perks of working among people I might have never known, much less understood.
And next time you come down to visit me, I'll be sure to take you to the flea market, because a pomegranite at Food Lion is $1.50, but a pomegranite at the Buck Horn market is only fifty cent.